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Updated: May 28, 2025
'To cry in a room where a poor lady is sick is very inconsiderate. 'Oh, but look, lady! said the elder girl. Frau Ebermann looked and saw. 'Au revoir, lady. They made their little smiling bows and curtseys undisturbed by her loud cries. 'Au revoir, lady. We will wait till our people come for us.
He told them only pigs would do that. The line nodded and dimpled one to another with little explosive giggles, such as children use when they tell deeds of great daring against their elders. 'If you know it is wrong, that makes it much worse, said Frau Ebermann. 'Oh yes; much worse, they assented cheerfully, till the smallest boy changed his smile to a baby wail of weariness.
'Now, if you are lost, you must go and tell our police. They will take care of you and give you food, said Frau Ebermann. 'Anna will show you the way there. 'No, this was the six-year-old with the smile, 'we must wait here till our people come for us. Mustn't we, sister? 'Of course. We wait here till our people come for us. All the world knows that, said the eldest girl.
'Yes. The boy in her lap had waked again. 'Little children, too as little as Henri, and he doesn't wear trousers yet. As little as all that. 'I don't understand, said Frau Ebermann, shivering. In spite of the heat of the room and the damp breath of the steam-inhaler, the aspirin was not doing its duty. The girl raised her blue eyes and looked at the woman for an instant.
When the first waves of feverish cold stole over Frau Ebermann she very wisely telephoned for the doctor and went to bed. He diagnosed the attack as mild influenza, prescribed the appropriate remedies, and left her to the care of her one servant in her comfortable Berlin flat.
Frau Ebermann, beneath the thick coverlet, curled up with what patience she could until the aspirin should begin to act, and Anna should come back from the chemist with the formamint, the ammoniated quinine, the eucalyptus, and the little tin steam-inhaler.
'I ask you I ask you why do you not go away why do you not go away? Frau Ebermann found herself repeating the question twenty times. It seemed to her that everything in the world hung on the answer. 'You know you should not come into houses and rooms unless you are invited. Not houses and bedrooms, you know.
Frau Ebermann watched indignantly. 'Aie! That is bad and rude. Go away! she cried, though it hurt her to raise her voice. 'Go away by the road you came! The child passed behind the bed-foot, where she could not see her. 'Shut the door as you go. I will speak to Anna, but first, put that white thing straight. She closed her eyes in misery of body and soul.
'We will go then, she said, and added half apologetically to Frau Ebermann, 'You see, they are so little they like to meet all the others. 'What others? said Frau Ebermann. 'The others hundreds and hundreds and thousands and thousands of the others. 'That is a lie. There cannot be a hundred even, much less a thousand, cried Frau Ebermann. 'So? said the girl politely. 'Yes.
'And my tortoise-shell hair brushes? Frau Ebermann could not command her dressing-table from where she lay. 'Perfectly straight, side by side in the big tray, and the comb laid across them. Your watch also in the coralline watch-holder. Everything' she moved round the room to make sure 'everything is as you have it when you are well. Frau Ebermann sighed with relief.
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